Jacob the Great

Vocabulary
1. lank: slender or thin; not well filled out; lean

2. countenance: appearance, esp. facial features and expressions

3. shove halfpenny: a British pub game played by pushing coins

4. pantomime: to entertain others by silent gestures or actions

5. coruscating: to give off light; to reflect in flashes; to sparkle

6. pensive: looking thoughtful, especially from sadness

7. topper: top hat

watering 'is beans. If only 'e'd looked over the fence!"

"What did you do?"
"Kicked the lid on again and covered it up like a shot, and went on digging about a yard away from it--like mad. And my face, so to speak, was laughing on its own account till I had it hid. I tell you I was regular scared like at my luck. I jest thought that it 'ad to be kep' close and that was all. 'Treasure,' I kep' whisperin' to myself, 'Treasure' and ''undreds of pounds, 'undreds, 'undreds of pounds.' Whispering to myself like, and digging like blazes. It seemed to me the box was regular sticking out and showing, like your legs do under the sheets in bed, and I went and put all the earth I'd got out of my 'ole for the rockery slap on top of it. I WAS in a sweat. And in the midst of it all out toddles 'er father. He didn't say anything to me, jest stood behind me and stared, but Jane tole me afterwards when he went indoors, 'e says, 'That there jackanapes¹⁶ of yours, Jane'--he always called me a jackanapes some'ow--'knows 'ow to put 'is back into it after all.' Seemed quite impressed by it, 'e did."
"How long was the box?" I asked, suddenly.
"'Ow long?" said Mr. Brisher.
"Yes--in length?"
"Oh! 'bout so-by-so." Mr. Brisher indicated a moderate-sized trunk.
"FULL?" said I.
"Full up of silver coins--'arf-crowns¹⁷, I believe."
"Why!" I cried, "that would mean--hundreds of pounds¹⁸."
"Thousands," said Mr. Brisher, in a sort of sad calm. "I calc'lated it out."
"But how did they get there?"
"All I know is what I found. What I thought at the time was this. The chap who'd owned the 'ouse before 'er father 'd been a regular slap-up burglar. What you'd call a 'igh-class criminal. Used to drive 'is trap--like Peace did." Mr. Brisher meditated on the difficulties of narration and embarked on a complicated parenthesis¹⁹. "I don't know if I told you it'd been a burglar's 'ouse before it was my girl's father's, and I knew 'e'd robbed a mail train once, I did know that. It seemed to me--"
"That's very likely," I said. "But what did you do?"